Saturday, January 28, 2017

Hovering however high
The feathered eye
Goes seeing by.
I upturned under-sky
Pale fac-ed eye
Crawl hardly seeing by,
Too tethered to
The surface soil
To view with wings askew
From bold unbounded blue
As eagles do.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Blank before God
I step out of the shower.
He hasn't spoken to me in years
Or so much as inclined his ear
What am I to think?
But I learned about love as a youngling 
and I remember how to be loved.
I learned to love as a mother,
And I know the permanence of love,
Unwavering in the face of imperfection,
Diamond and lasting forever.

Maybe in my soul no longer a child
I do not need what I knew,
All that was taken away.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The sign on the door
I stepped into the room
Was that a shadowy figure 
Or just my expectation?
Trusting I
Began to list the woes 
Poured out my heart and told it
To someone?
There being no answer
No nod
No sympathetic gesture
I stood to go
I may return

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

do I think God is in the sky
any more than in the twigs
And I walk in the woods
I seek something above
and beyond these trees
But it is so dark in me
Now snow covers soil
The reaching trees stand here
I search the high sky
Looking up
When I could as well
lay my fingering
twigs upon my heart
and follow down roots
and delve most deep into the darkness
I come from

Thursday, December 1, 2016

 Christmas musings
It's been a long time since we've had a January
but there's one coming soon.
A long month with a lot of time for nothing,
many nothing-filled days.
With deadlines past,
we can sleep 'til noon,
warm leftovers when the afternoon darkens,
drink tea,
light candles alight.
Leave the dishes for tomorrow;
I'm busy with nothing tonight.

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Does the leaf disrespect?
When it whines to the wind
of the places it's been
and the troubles it's seen.
When it sees the world whirling by
out of control,
in its dry crumbling roll
and its twisted air-lifted
expulsion from place.
When it loses its view
from the the top of the tree
down to low as can be,
and beginning to moulder.
Is it ruder and bolder
than nicety demands,
to look at the winds
that takes out of your hands
the precious, the needed,
and say wind I bleed?
Or is it an honesty
born of the knowing
that no one can talk of
their coming and going.

Proof of God
The beautiful words
And the terrible words
And the pain pain pain.
The secret thoughts
And the secret words
And the deep dark pain.
The sacrifice
No one ever sees
The quiet act
Done to serve or please
The inner voice
And the difficult choice
And the white hot pain.
The fading hope
And the dying dreams
Of what might have been.
The broken heart 
And the wasted life
And the agonizing
Loss that is death 
And the wish to live
And the wish to die
And the pain pain pain.

Monday, September 19, 2016

Last night my heart ached for a raiment of colour.
A new colour, a strong feeling.
Vivid and breath taking,
Yearning for beauty as yet unbeheld.
I tried to hold onto
The colour, the feeling,
But faded out slowly
Into sleepy unclarity
Until I could murmur only
"...a t-shirt deep blue..."

Sunday, September 18, 2016

So I decide to face the day one minute at a time
Trying to hold onto the soul silence that night sleep left behind
The cream left no cloud in my coffee
Except for a thin swirl of gloss on the surface
That only reveals itself when I lean closer
To let the light reflect on it just so,
when I am ready.
I will sit at the table alone
In this empty house
And read my book while I sip my coffee
Later I will think about brushing my teeth
Let the border drop there
This is the minute I am in now

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Every day for the rest of my life
I will feel the same
Never the same again.
Until the next time the world falls down
Adding never the same
Never the same again.
Well I'm still standing
Until I fall
Then others must carry on
Never the same again.